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... e velvet dark were the moon and its friends. The gentle breeze grazed their faces. Everyone was gathered at Dustfallen Precipice, as it was learning time at night. The patriarch shared his heartfelt thoughts with everyone in the chilly night.
Feng Haochen slouched in the old-fashioned wooden armchairplaced under the old tree and gazed into the distance. Uncle An sat next to him and fanned the latter. Kongkong and Miaomiao played on the spring, occasionally swinging beyond the precipice, ...
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